NotebookOne.Ninth.fear by j z provo 22 april 88 I see you...all of your kind. And every last bit of You is within my Sight. You and your Kind Disgust Me; the only prejudice In Me. I Hate You and Your Fears in Your Shells... You are too frightened to Break Out; You just Drift across the Landscape, Feeling that you have no Control... Grasping too tightly to such an Unimportant Aspect Is surely the way Not to get it; Those of Us who Don't care about That Gain It. I stand here, Feet set firmly on this Grey Sand, You move whenever The wind buffets You; I plant my steps Carefully - I think I'll go and explore the mountains ...perhaps one of you wretches will blow by. I can satisfy my Desires, I can do what I want; If you like, I'll teach you How to wield your own hammer And that Shell. Will Break.